Entice

by S. E. Hall

  The touch of one fingertip exudes the sizzle of a thousand hands, the eyes of one man have me entranced, my toes curling under and my breathing staggering. Without a word, I elevate my hips, bidding him to bare the rest of me. Both hands now find my hips, his fingers curving beneath the edge of my shorts. Eyes never leaving mine, he slips them down my legs, carefully maneuvering first one ankle, then the other, out of them.

  “I’ll never be the same, will I?” he asks no one, his stare now trained on my wholly revealed body.

  I crook my finger at him, wanting to feel him cover me.

  He shakes his head, giving me a sexy air kiss and wink, then lifts my left leg. Running both hands up and down my over-sensitized skin, he croons, “I love your short ass legs, baby.” That full, sexy mouth of his begins kissing every spot those hands just rubbed, a low hum emanating from him. When he’s worked his way up to the spot that has me writhing in anticipation, his mouth is suddenly gone.

  “What the—” I rise up onto my elbows, precariously close to devastation.

  His low chuckle only lasts a moment before he starts treating my right leg to the same torturously delightful ministrations. God. This man. This patient, willful fucking man. “Relax, Emmett, I’ll get there. When I do, I’ll be staying awhile.”

  I can’t stand it, the swelling, the tingles, so I literally take matters into my own hand. For three glorious seconds the pressure subsides…then my hand is hijacked by a much stronger one cinched around my wrist. “Don’t even think about it, woman,” he rumbles. “You’ll come soon; in my mouth, on my fingers, then a few times all the fuck over my dick. Those are your only options.”

  “Please, Sawyer, fuck me.”

  Now he hovers over me, conscious to shift his weight to one forearm. “One day I’ll fuck you real good, Em, but not tonight. Tonight I want to give you what I’ve never given anyone.”

  “I don’t want your piercing. Nothing but you, ever. Only you inside me.”

  He buries his face in my neck, laughing faintly. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, but I didn’t mean the happydavra, babe.” Kissing my neck, my chin, finally backing his face away some to commandeer my half-lidded eyes, he whispers, “I meant making love to you, Emmett. Loving your whole body with my whole body as slowly and gently as I can possibly go.”

  Don’t you have to love someone to make love to someone? It’s just semantics, really, because I do…I love his gentle, his crazy, his bossy, his tender, his coy, his playful…I love everything about him.

  As far as what he meant, now is certainly not the time to ask for clarification. Not only am I clueless as to what I’d do with whatever his answer may be, but I can feel my need easing down the inside of my thigh.

  “Show me, Sawyer, show me what that means.”

  That one magic finger of his again starts its taunting descent, finding its home in the shameful, embarrassing pool between my legs. “Aw, fuck, babe.” He bends his head to my ear, pulling the lobe in his mouth. “That’s all for me,” he guides said finger up and down, “and I love it. Can I go down there and taste you, sweet girl?”

  My holy…who knew sex held so many extracurricular activities? Leg licking, finger sliding, boob sucking…it’s a smorgasbord of tantalization and it feels too damn good to be worshipped. I can’t wait to have my turn on him; I have no idea what I’m doing, but as he’s said before, I’ll feel my way.

  “Okay.” I grab the back of his head, putting his mouth to mine. “But kiss me first, lots and lots.”

  “Oh yeah?” He chuckles. “Am I grounded from your mouth after I go downtown?”

  “Would you kiss me after coming in my mouth?”

  “Shorty, if I could figure out how, I’d kiss you while I was coming in your mouth.”

  “Ew.” I grimace. “We’ll see, okay? Put in on our sexual bucket list.”

  His face goes stone-cold serious. “Do I get to make one of those? Like for real make one?”

  I laugh, something extra special about how comfortable we are together—me naked, several things explored…throw in some banter while I’m naked and being explored, yep, that sounds like us all right.

  “Shut up and kiss me,” I demand. “You’ve got a trip downtown to get to.”

  “Yes fucking ma’am.” He salutes me playfully, our mouths joining ravenously while his right hand sets off on the trip without him.

  “Uh, please,” I grovel into his mouth, gnawing his lower lip. “Do that again.”

  I don’t know how many digits he slips inside me, it’s hard to tell, but I know it’s my new favorite number. The pad of his thumb pressing down and rubbing circles on my swollen clit has me on the edge of detonation. But his words, that seductive mouth of his, is what finally does it. “Ah, Emmett babe, you’re so sweet and fucking tight for me. If I survive, I’m gonna make you feel so damn good.”

  If he survives? My head feels like it’s going to explode off my shoulders, right after my pussy shoots sparks. “What…you’re…doing…Ah!” I lose my voice, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  “There’s the spot,” he groans, this thumb working miracles while one of however many fingers presses against a spot inside of me that feels unbelievable. “Don’t tighten up, baby.” He starts sucking on my neck again. “Breathe and relax through it, it’ll last longer. Relax, Emmy, go numb with it.”

  I take big, deep breaths, willing my legs to relax, ‘cause currently they’re drawn up tight, as is my whole body, almost like I’m having a seizure.

  “That’s it,” he moans around my breast, where his mouth somehow snuck while I was in the throes of my orgasm. “Better, baby?”

  “B-better?” My breathing escalates at the hopeful prospect. “It gets better?”

  His husky laugh resonates through the bedroom as his fingers slowly leave me. “I meant, do you feel better, did that take the edge off? But yeah, it does.”

  “When do I get to see you?” I playfully tug on the waistband of his shorts.

  “Trust me, babe, the longer my shorts stay on, the longer this lasts for you. I’m only human, and you…” he rubs the back of his neck, his head falling back, “you’re out of this world.”

  While he’s got his head back and eyes closed, I quickly get up on my knees, closing the gap between us. “Or,” I say, loving that he flinches when my mouth meets his chest, “we could take your edge off too.”

  “Emmett,” he growls out, fisting a hand in my hair.

  I worship his torso, so broad and hard beneath my lips, placing kisses everywhere, leaving no spot untouched by my mouth. Teasing both nipples with my tongue, I ask him, “Will you wear your piercings in these for me sometime?”

  “Done,” he mutters, “anytime you want.”

  I nod and grin, pleased and ready for more. “You have a magnificent body, Sawyer.” I bend at the waist, following the trail of my wandering hands over his abdomen with my hungry mouth. “And this,” I lick the groove of his V, “is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Straightening back up, I place both hands on his pecs and lean in for a kiss. He doesn’t leave me wanting, doing that thing with his mouth where I enter another realm. Which is probably where I find the courage to quickly make it past his waistband and wrap my hand almost around his dick.

  When I saw it that day in the alley, he was obviously going soft, having been finished and all, because MOTHER of HELL!

  “Em,” he growls, his hand on the back of my neck, the other in my hair, both gripping down hard.

  “Hm?” I hum against his lips, my right hand exploring him.

  An odd time I know, but all I can think about right now are Holly and Erica, two girls in my eleventh grade gym class. One day, while dressing in the locker room, I eavesdropped on their non-whispering, vulgar conversation about the many different male appendages they’d “tried out” and their disappointment. According to them, their quest for a dick that was both long and thick was futile, most guys blessed more so in one facet or the othe
r, but never both. Considering they were admitting to being experts, I’ve lived for years under this assumption of what to expect.

  Well, here’s to locker room sluts being wrong, because the pulsing, heated cock in my hold is too thick for me to fully circle with my hand and long enough that the head is peeking out from his waistband.

  “You’re huge.” I flash my eyes to him, mortified I said that out loud.

  “And you’ve got quite the grip.” He winks, then places a chaste kiss on my lips. “You win.” He scoots back and off the bed, standing before me like the Adonis I just found out first hand, he is.

  Languidly, he removes his shorts, no underwear, and remains still, letting me look my fill. He’s so damn sexy, his large body made up of deeply cut lines, bulging muscles, and large, broad shoulders, a fine line of dark hair leading to the beautiful cock straining up to his stomach—perfection. I try my finger crook again, gleeful that this time it works as he climbs, one knee at a time, on the bed toward me.

  “I’m ready, Sawyer, I want to feel you deep inside me.”

  “Not yet, Angel. I’m nowhere near done. I still want to—”

  “Shh,” I lay a finger over his mouth and stare straight into his eyes as I lie back and hold out my arms to him. “Now.”

  He makes a move for the nightstand drawer but I lock onto his wrist and pull him back. “I trust you, Sawyer. Only you inside me.”

  “Em?” he says, his grumble and eyes full of doubt.

  “Well, we know I won’t get pregnant,” I chuckle nervously. “And I just want to feel you. No jewelry, no barriers, nothing but the two of us. Is that okay?”

  “God, yes,” he groans, bending his head to lick up my neck. “Never gone bare, Em, ever. Only with you. Just the two of us.”

  I lift his head, my hands on his cheeks and stare him in the eyes. “I believe you, you’d never hurt me.” I kiss him once. “Now feel me.”

  Taking his time, gentle and caring, he eases the tip of himself in, back and forth, not even an inch at a time. He kisses my mouth and my neck, asking me over and over if I’m all right, the battle of restraint heavy in his voice. His concern, his scent, his tenderness—they relax me, my gasp matching his rumbling groan when my body fully invites him in. And then he is. Inside me. And it is everything, but nothing like what, and so much more than, I had imagined.

  “My Emmett,” he murmurs. “My sweet Emmett.” He slides in and out of me, gentle and unhurried, kissing my face, my lips, my neck, my breasts.

  I’ve never felt more adored and safe in my entire life.

  “I can feel everything, baby,” he groans. “You feel like my Heaven. So hot, so tight, so—fuck.” His hands grip my ass, maneuvering me up and closer to him and we gasp together.

  “Oh God, Sawyer, it feels so good, so good.” I clutch the sheets beside me, digging my fingers in painfully. “Sawyer,” I whisper.

  “Ruined, forever.” He thrusts deeper, harder, bending down to run his tongue up my throat. “Nothing like it, Emmy, nothing.”

  Our moans become grunts and he runs both hands up my arms, lifting them up and beside my head, where he links our fingers. It puts more of his weight on me and I welcome it. With this strong, splendid man covering me, no harm can ever come to me.

  The rhythm of his hips changes, no longer a straight in and out, so I shift with him, placing that spot he’d found earlier in his direct target. “Right,” I squirm once more, “oh, right there. Hard, you won’t hurt me,” I pant.

  “Like,” he pulls almost all the way out, then slides back in, up and to the left, “that?”

  “Yes, babe, yes, don’t stop. Never, ever stop,” I beg as the prickle in my abdomen shoots downward in one big explosion. “Oh shit, SAWYER!” I scream, I yelp, I make sounds that are completely unhuman.

  “With you, baby, oh goddamn,” he swears, speeding up momentarily, squeezing harder on my hands, frantically finding my breast and sucking hard with a small whimper of his own.

  He stills, never letting go of my hands, kissing up from my breast to my mouth. I can feel him, pulsing inside me harder now. “Oh Em,” he kisses me languidly, still slowly pushing in and out, as gentle as his kiss, “if that’s making love, I don’t ever want to fuck.”

  I snicker, untangling our hands to grab his face, pulling him into me for another soul-sucking kiss. When I’ve thoroughly thanked him, I come up for air, my chest pumping up and down in sated exhilaration. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

  He grins that cocky, one-sided smirk that I adore. “You’re amazing. You don’t thank me when you just gave me the greatest gift I’ve ever received.” He drops kiss to the edge of my mouth. “Emmett?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I lo—”

  “Let’s take a shower!” I drop my hands, pushing myself up despite his huge body on top of me and him still inside me. “Or a bath. Either one, your choice.”

  “Bath’ll work,” he mumbles, gently pulling out and rolling off me. “I’ll run it.”

  CHAPTER 16

  Unfrozen

  —Sawyer—

  I’ve never felt like this. Is this God’s way of punishing me for all the women I’ve fucked and left? All the mouths I gladly shoved my cock in with no reciprocation?

  Well played, sir. Point taken.

  She made a fool of me. I gave her my all and she changed, taking all we’d built and tossing it aside.

  The morning after the best night of my life, she was up before me and I found a note saying she ran some errands. I waited until late afternoon, finally going home, only to see her pull in after dark. No call.

  The next day, she drove into work without me and was completely engrossed in a conversation with Darby, of all people, when I arrived. The whole shift, she’d call off her orders, run off to somewhere she had to be, then come back and hurriedly load up the drinks once she saw they were ready.

  As a last ditch effort, I’d finally cornered her on day three of the freeze out at her house. I now have a key, so it wasn’t really breaking in, but she was taken aback nonetheless.

  “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve been busy is all,” was her explanation.

  So yeah, the cocky, aloof playboy hath fallen. Now what?

  “Hey, you’re home!” Laney squeals in surprise when she walks in, dropping her bag by the door.

  “That I am,” I mutter, rising to hug her. “How are ya, Gidge?”

  “Can’t complain. How are you?” She pats my chest. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in years. How’s Emmett?”

  “How much time do you have?”

  “As much as you need. Let me grab a quick shower though, okay? No sense in gagging ya. I just got out of practice.”

  “I’ll start dinner,” I suggest. “What do we have?”

  “Dunno,” she taps my nose, “look.” She heads down the hall with a grin.

  I’m browning chicken in a pan, sipping my second beer when Dane walks in.

  “Holy shit, a Sawyer sighting!” he shouts. “Should I alert the media?”

  “I think they’d be more interested in a dick that can walk and talk. Maybe I should call.”

  “Aren’t you a ray of fucking sunshine? Where’s my woman?”

  “Shower.”

  “Where’s yours?”

  “Where’s my what?” I had yet to turn around, but now I have no choice—I need another beer.

  “Your woman.”

  “It would seem,” I slam the fridge door and crack open my beer on the edge of the counter, “that I do not have a woman.” I take a long, delicious sip of ice cold hops before I continue, looking curiously around the room. “Nope, no woman here.”

  “Oh boy,” he sighs, stepping around me, pulling a bottle of Crown from the cabinet. “Sit down, I’ll serve. Coke or Sprite mixer?”

  “Sprite,” I mumble, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

  “So, what happened?”

  “I made love to her,” I scoff, “should have stuck with fucking I gue
ss, ‘cause she ran like she was on fire. Now she acts like I have the plague.”

  Dane eyes me over the rim of his glass, taking his time to savor the whiskey and contemplate his response. “She lives two doors down and works for you. How far can she have possibly run?”

  “Oh, I still see her, but it’s like she’s checked out. Everything’s at arm’s length and awkward; it’s not the same. When I try to put my arms around her, there’s a tiny flinch she can’t hide. When I go in for a kiss, I get the cheek turn. She swears nothing’s wrong, but I’m not stupid.”

  Laney picks this time to walk in, hair wrapped in a towel. “Ah, I see we’re drinking our dinner?” She smiles, leaning over to kiss Dane. “Hey, handsome.”

  “Baby.” He pulls her into his lap, getting a better kiss. “You eat, I’m gonna drink with my boy here.”

  “No way are you hogging him! I haven’t seen him either.” She scrunches her eyebrows at Dane, then turns a warm smile on me. “Hit me with it. What’s wrong, Saw?”

  “Emmett and I are,” I run a hand over my head, blowing out through my nose, “not good. Going backward instead of forward. I think I scared her with too much too fast. Again.”

  “Why?” Her face crinkles, truly feeling my pain. “You two are adorable, seamless. What happened?”

  I don’t miss that she doesn’t ask what I did wrong. My Gidge believes in me.

  “We made love, finally, and she got weird.”

  “She ran before you could,” she murmurs so low I almost don’t hear her. “Self-preservation.”

  “You really think that’s it? I thought when she finally wanted to be with me that meant she was over her fears and she believed in us.”

  “Sex is different for women, Saw.” She leans across the table and pats my hand. “Nothing will open up a woman’s floodgates and make her feel vulnerable faster than sex. She probably thought she could handle it, but women are truly, genetically, unable to keep emotions separate from sex. Sounds like she found out too late, and now she’s dealing with it.”